SICKLY
Uh
Yea
Been about my, yea
Woah, yea, been about my, what!
Yea, been about my guap
Been about my guap
Real shit
My stummy feel sick
Oh shit
I been about my clips
Let's talk about your bitch, she been up on my dick
And it's real life, bitch
I'm rocking Fahrenheit, ain't no Rick
Got this drip from my guap
Uh, your boy just a opp
Cookie dough
You can smell down from the block
And my brother siked out
So I gotta keep an eye
Bad lil bitch
She never saying nah
Say nah
Say nah
In the room with the guys
Smoking boof, through the roof
To the noon
To the night
I'm bouta hit that right
I'm not the type to talk shit on the internet
Imma talk shit in real life
Y'all left with likes, I left with stripes
I'm not Yachty, girl I want you for forever, not one night
Nah, these Oscars giving me head spins, I don't think I'mma be alright, aye
Nah nah, I'm straight
Bypass that way
All my goons cut through the back entrance
I ain't gotta say which way
She tryna fuck with a rockstar
Tryna fuck with a rockstar
And I put that bitch on my roster
I put that bitch, I know
I know
I know
The way it always comes
The same way it always goes
I put VVS on my nose
I fuck that bitch, I know
By 17, rocking them dreads
And that same bitch calling me GOAT
My height like 5.6
But that same bitch calling me Bol
And I ball like Kobe
But I ain't even bald
They act like know me
But they don't even know
Still rocking the Coach
Got a bag that I tote
Tryna see on the low
But they don't really know
Yea
Been about my, yea
Woah, yea, been about my, what!
Yea, been about my guap
Been about my guap
Real shit
My stummy feel sick
Oh shit
I been about my clips
Let's talk about your bitch, she been up on my dick
And it's real life, bitch
I'm rocking Fahrenheit, ain't no Rick
Got this drip from my guap
Uh, your boy just a opp
Cookie dough
You can smell down from the block
And my brother siked out
So I gotta keep an eye
Bad lil bitch
She never saying nah
Say nah
Say nah
In the room with the guys
Smoking boof, through the roof
To the noon
To the night
I'm bouta hit that right
I'm not the type to talk shit on the internet
Imma talk shit in real life
Y'all left with likes, I left with stripes
I'm not Yachty, girl I want you for forever, not one night
Nah, these Oscars giving me head spins, I don't think I'mma be alright, aye
Nah nah, I'm straight
Bypass that way
All my goons cut through the back entrance
I ain't gotta say which way
She tryna fuck with a rockstar
Tryna fuck with a rockstar
And I put that bitch on my roster
I put that bitch, I know
I know
I know
The way it always comes
The same way it always goes
I put VVS on my nose
I fuck that bitch, I know
By 17, rocking them dreads
And that same bitch calling me GOAT
My height like 5.6
But that same bitch calling me Bol
And I ball like Kobe
But I ain't even bald
They act like know me
But they don't even know
Still rocking the Coach
Got a bag that I tote
Tryna see on the low
But they don't really know
Credits
Writer(s): Jez Minfaq
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